The best part of waking up in the morning is not dishes.
Nope, is it not.
Know what's worse?
Day dreaming whilst opening your daughter's thermos that's been sitting on the counter by the sink for the last few days only to realize your mistake not to recognize the hiss until too late....
(Wipe explosive material off cheek in form of rotten red tomato sauce and swear at the splashes on the walls.)
Curse you, botulism. Curses!